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Brilliant, a word describing dumb
You to desecrate the villain I've become
A prophet not to be but heard
Speaks in and sarcasm, to me it's plain, to you absurd

You don't know me, let my intent
do not always self represent
I don't feel urgency in
My conscience clear

Seed is gently sown to mother earth
The flower blooms resplendent fumes a miracle
The cynic in a of something more
The fragrant air compare to what it was the great before

'Member the old days, 'member the sound
the sweet mustiness underground
No, I don't the need for relivin'
Some things are better off

Never thought the furnace was burn us
We worked the bellows for so
Comfort of the apathized us
like we burned ourselves alive

'Member the old we filled ears with pain
Nothing to lose, there was nothing to
I don't miss my of attention
I do miss my old Tim